Chapter 184: A Brutal Struggle (1/2)
With the passing of an uneventful night, the two armies took up their positions. Surprisingly, Bjorn's command had taken the least casualties. This was likely due to the shock effect of them quickly breaking through the enemy commands frontline on their part of the battlefield. Harik's section saw the greatest losses. As such, he had to pull some warriors from Bjorn and Ania's command to shore up the centre of the army.
Thovok and his dwarven kinsmen stood on the front line of Harik's command. Ready to hold the enemy charge in its place. As the sun crested over the mountains, the drums of the Sommerdan army began to beat. Sounding the start of the second day of battle. This time they marched slowly towards the gathered Skardian army. Seemingly wary of any tricks they may pull.
Exile's eyes scanned their opponents as he made note of how many enemy players were among them. Unlike the first day, it seemed like the Sommerdan players had decided to join the battle.
'They're still holding back...' Exile hummed as he focused on the auras staying in the rear with the reserves. 'Parthus will likely use them to push us back once he believes we are exhausted enough.'
”Is there something wrong?” Midas asked with a strained tone as he glanced sideways at Exile.
”Not really... We're just in for a tough time by the looks of it. Today will be more about which of us can come out on top rather than the NPCs.” Exile chuckled as he focused his attention on the task at hand. ”Remember guys, this will be unlike any battle we've fought before. We're not just fighting for ourselves, but we have to maintain the numbers of our people as well.”
”Right!”
With everyone confirming that they understood, he let out a wide smile. 'Finally, now this is more my speed.' Exile dashed forward with a roar, followed by the others in his group. At the same time a similar sight could be seen at the other sections of the Skardian army. A horn sounded from Exile's right as he felt buffs coming into effect. 'Looks like Clay has made his move...'
At the same time, the Sommerdan players charged forth to meet them. Midas broke away from the group to intercept a player attempting to go around them. The enemy player spoke a word in the Sommerdan language that Midas could not understand. But as the word was spoke, it appeared in golden letters before him. Midas frowned at the sight, right before flames gushed forth from the floating letters.
'Damn!' As the spell struck him, it was revealed by the combat log that his opponent's Authority was higher by a fair amount. 'So, his name is Kebhal?'
Midas cursed internally as he realised that he had likely chosen a poor opponent for himself. 'Looks like I'll have to spend a little... Wealth is power!'
[Please state how much Gold you would like to spend...]
”20 Gold!” Midas screamed as the amount disappeared from his inventory.
Suddenly, 10 points were added to his Authority score. Driving it up to match his enemy's. 'Now, Golden Arms!'
[Please state how much Gold you would like to spend...]
Midas grit his teeth and cursed before uttering his decision. ”14 Gold!”
When the words left his mouth, the amount disappeared from his possessions as 7 points were added to his Strength. As another word was spoken by his opponent, new golden words appeared as ice shards shot forth from it. Midas grunted as he charged headlong into the spell and only took a single point of damage to his HP.
”You're mine!” Midas roared as he swung his longsword...